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God I wish I was in a toxic relationship with Zen. I'd genuinely do nothing wrong and she would blame me with a fiery passion. Intoxicated by her rage and tired of her shit, I would grab her and carry her to the bedroom as she yelled. I'd grip around her waist tightly and pound her.
When I finished, Zen would be subdued with a calm smile on her face, and she'd reach her arms to cuddle with me. Her face would be filled with a mixture of shock and arousal as I just grabbed her arm to pin her down and kept pounding her. As I finished a second time, we'd just lay down and cuddle with our bodies slimy from sweat. God I love Zen.